Vincent/Vaelthor
The demon world had chewed us up and spat us out like spoiled meat, and now here we were—reborn with new names, new faces—standing in a place that felt like a dream painted in impossible colors. We hadn't even caught our breath in that strange, lush forest before the world itself began whispering. Not the guttural snarls and sulfurous growls of the infernal realm we'd escaped, but something softer, wilder. Voices drifted through the air like secrets carried on the wind—laughter, echoes, and beneath it all, a strange hum that curled around my heightened senses. The forest smelled sharp and metallic one moment, sweet and smoky the next, as if it couldn't decide what it wanted to be.
